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Poetry

Ollie Ollie 

Giggling, she runs from the family room couch / where I sit and count, both hands over my eyes. Carl “Papa” Palmer
Features

When to Speak

How can we know when it’s time to disrupt a narrative? Mary Ann Petersen
Features

A Quaker Retirement Community Faces the Pandemic

Creativity and service flowers under quarantine. Nancy Thomas
Student Voices Project 2020

False Face Must Hide What the False Heart Doth Know

I thought of one of my best friends as the nicest, happiest person I knew. In the time that I… Kiera Larrieu
Poetry

Court Watch

FJ Poetry: "All rise!" / Judge enters the court, robe trailing / Eyes downcast Helen Fox
Among Friends

Among Friends: Holding in the Light

Our introduction to the April issue on Healing. Gabriel Ehri

Meant to Be For Some Purpose

I was 47 when I drove four other rabbis in my teal Windstar minivan from Philadelphia to the Catskills for…

Arugula

The first time I ever had arugula was in the Willoughby’s kitchen. Somehow or other there is always food in…

Gifts of a Weekend in Silence

I don’t know exactly what attracted me to the idea of a silent retreat last April at Woolman Hill in…